I need to get away
from today.
My feet hurt;
grain related.
I am getting too lazy
to do this anymore.
What's the next project
for your stupid heart.
A spoken-word slut
changes me,
for good or ill,
and in the morning she is gone,
or maybe it is me that is gone.
I stand small,
for I have problems
with posture
and the past.
However, newness and air
will inflate me
to be better today
than I was last weak,
so we shall see...